felidae

Its getting on for five in the morning, which means I have roughly six hours before I need to leave the house and go to Pride in Manchester. It also means the weather has six hours to turn itself from Hurricane Whatthefuck into a glorious Bank Holiday Summer-type-thing. In these six hours I still need to find at least three outfits which dont make me...
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Five random and flippantly stupid recent moments in my life. They may not be sexy, but I thought Id share:


1) Wandering in to a store to buy Spirited Away on DVD along with a birthday present for a friend, and encountering an ex-boyfriend working there whom I havent laid eyes on in years. When I asked what hed been up to recently he furtively...
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As one or more of you may have gathered from my general standard of (il)literacy, Ive been (drivelling) writing online for a while now. Long enough, anyway, that my typing speed is near twice that which I can produce with a pen.

Note: I never said I was any good, only that I did it.

Most people who dont write or blog or otherwise obsess...
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Oh dear god.

I REALLY wanted to begin this entry (sporadic as they are) with a good solid drivel about how my previous weekend went. It encompassed meeting Roopie, October, Tsui, Nadine, Sky, various others, and a whole assload of Hells Angels. However Im forced to put that on hold since I just found out someone Ive known online for a very long time is...
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Okay, so I didnt get onto the Official UK SuicideGirl Troupe. Bah. Still, Roopie (who then handed the job to October) organised a couple of nights down in Bristol which a bunch of us are dancing at, and which I am now free to perform in, and you are free to come watch. It isnt an official SuicideGirls night and wont be publicised as such,...
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Last night was the UK SuicideGirls Burlesque Troupe auditions. Never before has a sentence been constructed that rocketh so much as the last.

I took the train (drive? PFFT!) down to Cheltenham with my friend Taz who was also going to try out. My brother turned up too, mostly because nipple tassels are his idea of a perfect evening. On arrival we checked into a...
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I woke about an hour ago still on the nearest side of drunk to fail a hangover. I looked about me and scowled. My room was a swamp of clothes and empty bottles (or happily enough, semi-empty as I have now discovered) and my mouth felt like a drip tray. My stereo was still on, as was my TV, light and outfit. I hadnt even...
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Theres something deeply wrong about going into a stadium with your Father, realising he has your ticket with your name printed on and you have his, then watching him go waltzing straight through security while youre left attempting to pass yourself off as a short, balding, middle-aged man by dragging your knuckles, lowering your voice and barking, Yes boys, Im Mr Felidae. Thats MR, yessiree!...
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There is no way to describe just how jaw-droppingly fantastic last Saturday was. I think a rough approximation would be a fantasy involving myself running through the planet on Pitch Black with Vin Deisel, only instead of aliens thered just be an enormous Angelina Jolie stomping after us through the rain bellowing, SNOO SNOO! Soyeah, it was good.

The Saturday in question involved myself, Nic,...
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